A Death Match: Is This Their Entertainment?

The six of them was sitting at the side.

"Death match?!" Seraphine clutched her hair in terror. "I don't want to be killed. Or become a killer!"

"Okay," Daphne said, taking a deep breath. "Let's take this one step at a time. We're supposed to send up one of us, and they'll send up one of them, right? They already chose their fighter." She nodded at a large, muscular man who was smirking. "Loki should Inspect him first, so we have a little intel. We're not allowed to use our Abilities, so it'll be fine if any of us go."

[Name: Patrick Gadfly]

[Race: Giant]

[Speed: 15/15]

[Strength: 34/34]

[Ability: Earth]

[He is able to use the earth to his advantage]

[Weakness: Gets easily riled up]

Loki filled them all in, and Saltavore said, "I think Daphne or Loki should be the one to do this. Loki can Inspect Patrick for how low is strength and speed is, and if Daphne fights, he can tell her through their mind link."

"That's... a good idea," Daphne agreed quietly. "Only question is, which one of us? I don't think either of us is keen on killing anybody."

"We can use our personal weapons and gear, right?" Loki asked. "Then I should go. I think the Ashel Silver will be helpful, and I still have the dragonskin cape you got me, Daphne."

"I suppose," Nishan said. "Just don't get killed out there."

"Got it," Loki nodded.

Loki pulled out the Monterisso Dragonskin cape from his Inventory, slipping it on.

[Temporary stats has been added]

[(Temporary) Stealth: 3/3]

[(Temporary) Defence: 6/6]

Loki held his Ashel Silver sword. "I'm ready."

Loki walked to the center of the ring, and cheers came from the crowd that had gathered.

"Finally," Patrick smirked, hefting a large battleaxe in his hands. "Be ready to die, runt."

"Both champions," Mr. Leroy said, grinning. "Begin fighting!"

Patrick lunged, slashing at Loki furiuosly. Loki managed to dodge the blows, but while Patrick wasn't fast, he made up in strength and experience. Patrick thrusted his sword directly at Loki, and had he not turned around and use the cape to block the blow, he would have been sliced in half.

'Loki!' Daphne yelled in his mind. 'Go for his left side! It looks like he's weaker there!'

Loki ducked under Patrick's blade and managed to scratch Patrick's left leg, causing a trickle of blood to flow out.

"First blood from the foreigner!" Mr. Jake called as the crowd cheered.

"Is this all some sort of twisted entertainment to them?" Nishan looked slightly sick.

Patrick swung around and jabbed at Loki again, and though the cape took the brunt of the hit, the sword grazed his arm, causing a small cut and beads of blood to well up.

The crows jeered and laughed at the two that fought.

"Where's the killing? More blood!" Someone in the crowd yelled. "Kill! Kill! Kill!" The crowd chanted.

"The crowd has spoken!" Mr. Jack announced. "In 10 minutes, someone will die!"

"Wait! What if they don't manage to kill each other?" Terrence exclaimed desperately. "What if they're both too good?"

"Then..." Mr. Jake told them. "Two new champions will be selected to fight in the ring."

"But what happens to the previous champions? What happens to them?" Daphne cried out.

Mr. Jack ginned evilly. "They'll both be killed."

"What?!" The five of them yelled.

'Daphne? Could really use some tips here,' Loki mentally grunted as he dodged Patrick's attacks. "I can dodge him for now, but the moment I try to attack he'll be able to strike. But since there's a time limit, everything just got more complicated.'

'Hit his right arm hard,' Daphne replied after awhile. 'That's his sword arm, and it doesn't look like he has much control over his left side.'

Loki managed to swing his sword and injure Patrick's arm, causing him to drop his sword with a yell of pain.

Patrick screamed at Loki," You bitch!" and lunged forward. Loki, though armed, couldn't bring himself to lift the sword and kill Patrick.

Just as Patrick lunged, he lost his footing and tripped, somehow falling on his own sword and killing himself.

Loki breathed hard, staring in slight horror at the dead man at his feet as Mr. Leroy announced, "And the victor is... the foreigners!"